IBIZA

I had some beautiful days in Ibiza, full of Yoga, meditation and beach exploring in the enchanting landscape.

This island remembered me about a poem:

Niemand lebt als Insel,
Einsam für sich selbst.
Jeder gehört zum Ganzen,
Ist Teil des Kontinents.
Jede weggespülte Scholle
Lässt Europa schrumpfen.
Als wenn’s eine Düne wäre
Oder eines Freundes Farm
Oder deine eigene Habe:
Jeder Tod ist mein Verlust.
Da ich Teil der Menschen bin.
Frage bitte niemals,
Wem die Stunde schlägt.
Sie schlägt dir selbst.

© C.R., aus dem Englischen:

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

John Donne

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We are planning to play in Ibiza soon and bring some florescent magic to that dry and beautiful island.

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